Deception, lust, disgust
Hands riddled with cuffs
Conception, dust, mistrust
Mind plagued enough
Though love gives you relief
The opposite brings about the knees
Pressure forms and produces cracks
As if freewill is a city-being ever-sacked
And so the all-consuming, ubiquitous thought
Leaves me blindfolded and hoodwinked
As swings the continuous pendulum of duality
Naturally it begins to vivisect
As the genius begins lose respect
Vital to him and his worth
A purpose that developed after birth
Deception, lust, disgust
Hands riddled with cuffs
Conception, dust, mistrust
Mind plagued enough
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